Help, I’m in Another World and All the Men Are So Hot! [BL]
Damien Crowell was just a regular high school student who took a regular tunnel on his way to school—until one day, that tunnel spit him out into a completely different world. Instead of his usual path, he finds himself in a dark forest that stretches on for days, running on nothing but sheer stubbornness and a tiny water bottle. Just when he thinks he's going to die, he stumbles upon a castle straight out of a fairy tale (or a theme park) and promptly passes out. When he wakes up, he's in a prison cell, surrounded by confusingly handsome men who speak gibberish—until a beautiful, horned beastman with perfect hair and a translator necklace finally lets him understand. Now, trapped in a fantasy world where every guy looks like they stepped out of a modeling agency, Damien’s biggest challenge isn’t just survival—it’s trying to figure out why *he* always looks like a mess in comparison. Can he make it back home, or will he end up staying just to admire all the beautiful faces? Join Damien as he navigates a strange new world, awkward introductions, and a whole lot of unexpected feels in this hilarious, fantasy adventure! Check my Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Aoki_Kun520 Join my Patreon: patreon.com/Aoki_Kun520 Join my LINE Group: https://line.me/R/ti/g/r8NgVY8w5F
Marked by Compassion
"Um, what exactly does slave registration involve?" Damien asked.
"Slaves are required to have an indelible mark placed on their right ankle as proof of their status. Slave registration involves applying this mark and officially registering the owner with the authorities."
Oh, right, the branding. Sebas had mentioned that. The permanence was troubling, but it wasn't something Damien could change.
"And, uh, how is the mark applied?" he asked cautiously.
"It is quite simple. The owner's crest and the slave's designation are burned into the skin using a branding iron."
A branding iron… Damien winced at the thought.
"However!" the trader interjected dramatically. "If you register through our agency, we can apply the mark using a magical process that is far less painful for the slaves!"
"Please do that!" Damien exclaimed immediately.
"Thank you for your patronage!" the trader replied with a smile.